Ian MacMenamin · Nov 25, 2010
afraid

I fear the night
the stars they follow me
and the moon
never stops.

I fear the day
not always
yet sky covers me like a bedsheet.

I fear your heart
not a clue what lies
underneath your trees
in a grassy meadow
drinking wine.

I fear everything
and I will be alone.
But nothing I fear more
than ghosts.

 
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